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Bar, Bar, Bar, Bar-Bar-Beran

I don't know what the atmosphere is like in the rest of our great nation, but here in Philly and the surrounding area people are sad. Reason? A HORSE. A horse is a course a horse a horse. I love my pets as much as the next cat-lady, but I do not think Barbaro's life and death should be national news.

On the local news they interviewed a florist who's shop was close to Barb's stable. They asked what happened after she found out about the dead horse, with tears in her eyes she said, "I've been crying all day, and praying." The segment featured other interviews in which people stated that they to had been crying and praying all day. I am not really sure what these people are praying for. When I was blinded and misguided, I was under the impression that praying for the dead was like sending letters of recommendation to God on behalf of the deceased.

"Dear god-
Gramps was a good guy. He farted sometimes, but overall all he was a good worker. He showed up on time for birthdays, and always came through on holidays. I highly recommend him for this position."


But what are these people praying for, "Uh, he was a good horse, he ran...fast. He liked hay." Get outta here. These people are have problems. I wasn't around when Mr. Ed died, but the sadness his death brought would have been understandable. He was funny. (With the help of Nick@Nite) He made me laugh.

People today are pathetic. I wish we would go back to the time of moustaches and knickerbockers. The horse would have died and been made into food and glue within 45 minutes of its demise.

Sorry for this rant, but the coverage on this subject is ridiculous. People are calling him a great athlete, he was a horse, running is what they do.


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